Eternal Night: Building an Empire from Scratch

[A/n: Mature Content aka Smut, Skip if you don’t want to read]

The zipper quietly opened through the white fabric, and the room fell silent.

The soft metal teeth parted and the white fabric loosened across Hera’s back.

Edgar kept his eyes on the path of the zipper as it traveled from the base of her neck all the way to the small of her back.

The dress sagged slightly, held only by her shoulders.

Edgar released the zipper and stepped back half a pace. "It’s done."

Hera remained completely still and for a few seconds she simply stood there.

Her shoulders rose and fell with each breath as if she was trying to get herself ready.

Then her hands rose and gently pushed the straps off her shoulders.

The elegant white gown slid down her body in a soft cascade of fabric as it pooled around her feet.

Underneath, she wore the second piece Semele had left in the box.

It was short. The same pure white material, but cut high on her thighs and low across her chest.

Thin silver embroidery traced delicate lines over the fabric.

Most of her legs were bare and neckline dipped enough to show the soft upper curves of her breasts.

Edgar remained silent as he kept on looking at her back when Hera finally turned to face him.

Her cheeks were a deep pink and her silver-white hair fell loosely over one shoulder.

She met his eyes for only a moment before looking down again.

Her hands fidgeted at her sides. "...I hope you like it," she said softly.

Edgar gaze traveled over her once before he forced himself to look at her face.

"Hera..."

The girl walked towards him without replying.

Her movements were careful, yet there was a clear decision in them.

When she stood directly in front of him, she lifted her chin and looked up.

"I may regret not doing this later," she whispered. "So, please, don’t just send me away."

Her hands rose slowly and rested against his chest.

Through the fabric of his shirt he could feel the slight tremor in her fingers.

"I’m ready to be with you."

The words were quiet, almost fragile like she was giving her everything.

Edgar’s control slipped as he reached out, both hands slid under her thighs.

He lifted her clean off the floor.

"Anh!"

Hera let out a short, startled squeal as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

He carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her down carefully.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight as she stared up at him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

Edgar leaned over her, one knee on the bed.

"Say it again."

Hera’s voice came out even softer, but clearer. "I want you."

Taking in a deep breath, he took a sip of her lips.

The first contact was careful, Hera’s lips were soft and warm.

She responded immediately, though her inexperience showed in the slightly clumsy way she pressed back.

Edgar deepened the kiss, tilting his head, and felt her breathe in sharply through her nose.

Her hands slid up into his hair, gripping lightly.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder.

Hera’s fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt.

She fumbled with the first one, then the second.

Edgar helped her, pulling the fabric open and shrugging it off his shoulders.

The moment his chest was bare, her palms flattened against his skin.

She traced the lines of muscle as if memorizing them as he reached for the thin straps of the short white dress.

Hera lifted her arms without being asked, the soft material slid upward and off.

She was left completely naked beneath him.

Edgar paused, taking in the sight.

Her body was slender, pale, and elegant. Small, firm breasts rose and fell with each quick breath.

The soft curve of her waist led down to narrow hips and long legs that shifted restlessly against the sheets.

A faint flush had spread from her cheeks all the way down her neck and across her chest.

"You’re staring," she whispered, voice thick.

"I know."

He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck.

Hera tilted her head to give him better access as a small sound escaped her throat.

His mouth traveled lower, across her collarbone, then down to the swell of one breast.

When his lips closed around a nipple and sucked gently, her back arched.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Edgar... ah..."

He gave the same attention to the other side, tasting the warmth of her skin.

He felt her heartbeat under his tongue.

His one hand cupped the breast he wasn’t sucking, thumb brushing slowly over the stiff peak.

Hera’s breathing grew uneven. "That feels... really good."

Edgar released her nipple with a soft wet sound and kissed lower.

His lips traced a path down the center of her stomach.

Hera’s muscles tensed under every kiss and when he reached the soft skin just above her hips, he glanced up.

Her eyes were locked on him, cheeks burning, lips parted as he spread her thighs gently with both hands.

She didn’t resist.

The scent of her arousal reached him immediately.

She was already wet, a thin glistening trail visible along her inner thighs.

Edgar leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through her folds.

Hera’s whole body jerked and sharp gasp left her mouth.

"Edgar--!"

He did it again, slower this time, tasting her fully as her hands flew to his hair, not pushing him away, just holding on.

He licked in steady strokes, focusing on the sensitive bud at the top whenever her hips lifted toward his mouth.

Soft, needy sounds kept spilling from her.

"Fuck... you’re so wet already," he muttered against her.

Hera’s voice came out shaky. "It’s because of you.."

Two fingers slid inside her while his tongue kept working the swollen nub.

Her inner walls clenched tightly around the intrusion, her etness coated his fingers with every slow thrust.

Hera’s thighs trembled on either side of his head as her breathing turned into short, broken moans.

"Deeper... please..."

Edgar curled his fingers slightly and found a spot that made her cry out louder.

Her hips rolled against his mouth without shame now.

He kept the rhythm steady, tongue and fingers working together until her legs started shaking harder.

Hera suddenly pulled at his hair. "Wait-- I want to touch you too."

Edgar lifted his head as her face was flushed, eyes glassy with need.

He moved up the bed and lay on his side next to her.

Hera immediately reached for the waistband of his pants and she tugged them down with his help.

His cock sprang free, hard and already leaking at the tip.

The girl stared for a second, then wrapped her fingers around him.

Her grip was still a little uncertain, but she stroked from base to tip with confidence.

Edgar exhaled sharply. "Keep going."

Hera leaned in and kissed him again, messier this time.

Their tongues met while her hand kept moving on his cock.

He returned the favor, sliding two fingers back between her legs and pumping them in and out.

The wet sounds of her arousal filled the quiet room.

She moaned into his mouth. "You’re so hard..."

"And you’re soaking my fingers."

Hera’s strokes grew faster as her thumb smeared the precum over the head.

Edgar’s free hand cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple lightly between his fingers.

She whimpered and pressed closer, throwing one leg over his hip making their bodies tangled now.

Edgar’s fingers worked deeper inside her while Hera’s palm twisted slightly on every upward stroke of his cock.

The air between them grew hotter, drowning the coldness of the night.

"I need more," Hera whispered against his lips, voice filled with lust. "I need you inside me."

Edgar’s control was fraying fast, he rolled her onto her back again and settled between her open legs.

The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, sliding through the slick heat.

Hera’s hands gripped his arms tightly, she let her legs spread wider.

Edgar braced one hand beside her head and looked down into her eyes.

"Last chance."

Hera shook her head once as her voice was raw, almost desperate.

"Just Fuck me."

Edgar’s hips shifted forward as the tip began to sink into her heat